Chen Quan walked into the bedroom with his long legs. A cold and chilly atmosphere enveloped the air around him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced around, with a vigilant look in his eyes.
How can this be a place where normal people live?
Shen Quan stood silently behind Yuan Jiang and kicked Cheng Zhao away.
Cheng Zhao gasped, turned his head and glared at Shen Quan, who had a cold face and forced him out. He gritted his teeth secretly, snorted, walked to the bedside, and carefully pushed Wen Ying's bony shoulder: "Mother, mother."
"I brought my sister here."
Suddenly, Wen Ying opened her eyes. What kind of eyes were they?
As turbid and old as a dry well, her cheekbones protruded on her sallow and thin face, and her whole body was as stiff as a corpse. Her cracked and faded lips trembled slightly, and her voice was as hoarse as the squeaking of an old sewing machine.
"What did you say?"
Yuan Jiang frowned tightly, staring at Wen Ying's back with suspicious eyes. There was no trace of joy or surprise in her tone, but instead, it was full of fear.
Just when Yuan Jiang was in deep hesitation and confusion, a warm big hand held her small hand. She paused and glanced sideways into the deep eyes of the man.
"It's okay." The voice was gentle, containing an invisible warm power.
"Yeah." Yuan Jiang nodded, and with inner confusion, he walked to Cheng Zhao's side.
"Mother, my sister is here. Do you remember?" Cheng Zhao reminded her softly, "Back then, you were holding your eight-month-old sister for a walk, and human traffickers abducted her. Haven't you been thinking about her all these years?"
"I've found my sister."
"ah!--"
The expected warm scene did not appear.
Wen Ying suddenly stood up and screamed in fear. When she turned around, everyone saw the woman lying on the bed!
This socialite from City A, who was once famous for her beauty, now had her eyes filled with fear and terror, her pale and thin face revealed a dazed look, and there was a large area of dark blue under her eyes. She was out of control and collapsed like a ghost emerging from a well!
Shen Quan frowned, unable to connect the crazy woman in front of him with the sentimental woman in his memory.
What has Wen Ying achieved over the years?
Jiang Jiang, is she really Wen Ying’s daughter?
"Get out! Get out!" Wen Ying roared in pain, tears falling from her eyes one by one. She clutched the thin bed sheet tightly and cried in agony.
"I don't have a daughter! I've never had a daughter!"
"No...that's not mine! Aunt! Aunt!" Wen Ying looked around for her aunt in a panic, as if frightened. "She's here to find me! Is she here to seek revenge on me?"
"Madam!" Auntie was startled. She rushed over nervously and hugged Wen Ying, gently patting her on the back. "It was all an illusion. The child won't blame you."
"Ma'am, calm down."
"No, no..." Wen Ying felt dizzy, and a hoarse, vengeful, and blaming voice surrounded her, tormenting and resenting her. She didn't know what else she could do. She could only sob heartbreakingly, muttering, "I was forced."
"Don't blame me for this. If you want to blame someone, blame that child for being a bastard!"
Yuan Jiang watched all this with an expressionless face. After Wen Ying's reaction and what she said, what else did she not understand?
Cheng Zhao was so frightened by this unexpected scene that he was at a loss. He looked at Wen Ying and then at Yuan Jiang, his face blank. "Sister, sister, there must be a mistake. Mother has been thinking about you all the time."
"Cheng Zhao, you must have made a mistake." Yuan Jiang said lightly. In the memory of the master, there was no family. For her, a vixen like her, she didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Cheng family. No matter the identity of this body, whether it was the "bastard" in Wen Ying's mouth, it no longer had any meaning.
The master is dead.
"I'm not your sister, nor am I the daughter your mother expected of the Xi family." Yuan Jiang glanced at Wen Ying, who was mentally out of control, and pulled Shen Quan's hand to leave.
Cheng Zhao was stunned on the spot and said to Wen Ying anxiously: "Mother, didn't you say that you were sorry for your sister?!"
Wen Ying cried even more sharply.
At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door, and asked in a stern and heavy voice: "What happened?"
"Father!" Cheng Zhao's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to stop Yuan Jiang, saying urgently, "This is my sister! I'm here to find you!"
Cheng Xiu's sharp brows suddenly frowned, and his scrutinizing gaze fell on Yuan Jiang's face. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.
"It's really you, you're not dead yet?!"
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